Chapter 13
Sunny
“Sunny?”
“Foxfire, what? It’s late,” I squint at her silhouette in the hall light. My head throbs in protest.
“Sorry. Someone’s here to talk to you.”
What? “Who…” I sense the change in the air. A prickle of a familiar presence. Only Titus sets off my senses like this. “No.”
“I think you should talk to him. ”
“Foxfire,” Tank calls. My daughter disappears. I roll off the bed. If I’m going to face him, I’m going to stand on my own two freak. Feet.
Oh who am I kidding? I’m a freak. I’ll always be a freak. I set my shoulders. I’m not changing for a man. Not even Titus.
His frame fills the doorway and the room falls away. He’s the only thing I see.
“Sunny.”
“Titus.” On second thought, I’m not going to stand. I sink back gracefully a second before my knees give out. “W
